.......................................FORN SIÐR URÞANK..........................................
..........................Deep Thought about the Old Ways...................................
I am Siegfried Goodfellow, author of "Wyrd Megin Thew : The Wild, Wooly Strength of Heathen Ways". Heathenry is a fantastic contribution to a renewed spiritual culture. Ur-Thanc is thought/thank-fulness bubbling up from the primordial depths. All Material Copyright Siegfried Goodfellow.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Old Crone of the Bretton Woods

Ghosts! the eyeless African corpses haunt!Halt the endless array of assembly-line morgue-craftDarfur-drifting on the savannah floors of ourBeloved Mother Earth's Grand Dame Matron,Africa! She has disir in every land.

Old crone of the barren Bretton Woods breedsbattle-carrion's cravers sent to austere fleecethe false folk-kings' minions thralledin her long line of golden glitter'd venom-bait.The robber-barons bought, break frith,split tribes, forge feud, bear tax-sack backto that world's frigid bank blanked swamp in the East ;and when peasants prove unable mouthso large and toothed to fill with flesh,let meat of their bones starve humbled in hovels,no shield-king to shield them. Thus the myths repeat,with loss.

Her grey-clad kinfolk, lined serpentneck to belly, know squeeze,and stalk low in the winding grassseek 'sinuate the weave and warpof world to strangle, and chokewith tribute the rights' parchments praised.

And you shall know themby the serpents round their necks ;are they the ones you call your fathers?Forefathers ripened fruit on that ancient yewcatcall righteous gripe and slander downthe ancient halls on false fathersserpent-slaved to gold-greed's harvest.They are unafraid to proclaim blasphemewhere the sons have fallen fastfrom bright track's forest throughways.Now your choose 'tween grandfathersmighty and minions of Heid make choice.If you pay the kinscild, you earn your wayinto those mighty masters' homes,and there the strong mirth knows no halt.Choose your cheer.